Ye Zhi turned around directly, standing with her back to Gong Juechen, not looking at this situation.
By the way, she asked An Jing, "Boss, why are you here?"
"Came to see him," An Jing laughed as she nodded towards Gong Juechen, who was lying on the bed.
Gong Juechen instantly stopped gazing affectionately at Ye Zhi and exaggeratedly sighed, "Jingjing, you're the only one with a conscience; Changyi hasn't come to see me at all."
Xiao Changyi ignored Gong Juechen's words and instead placed a round stool beside the bed for An Jing to sit on.
As soon as An Jing sat down, Xiao Changyi asked, "Is my wife's forehead injury really going to leave a scar?"
An Jing instantly understood why Xiao Changyi had brought her over, which made her heart sweet as honey.
Gong Juechen's expression showed hurt, "Changyi, you truly have no conscience; you don't come to see me, and when you do, it's only to look at Jingjing's injury. If Jingjing weren't hurt, you wouldn't come at all?"
